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Post by Sync on Nov 26, 2010 21:56:07 GMT
you heard that i was trouble , BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -His hands were clasped behind his back as he strode into the yard. His lips pursed as he whistled no exact tune, but it was rather cheery. TC trotted faithfully at his side, his white splashed face lifting every now and then when a horse popped their craniums out to see who was passing. Will's oracles evaluated every other horse, none really holding an interest until they reached Chuckies' stall. The chestnut Andalusian peered over his stall door, but didn't venture to put his whole head over. He rarely did. Changing his direction, Will walked toward the gelding. His hands were still clasped behind his back, but his whistling had ceased. The horse looked with interest to his master, walked forward a little more and stretched his cranium out to meet Will's face. The man gave a slight smirk and reached out to pat his neck affectionately. Chuckie snorted but then resided back into his stall. Will shrugged and moved onto the next stall which held Chelsea, his Clydesdale mare and the mare he would be using for the day. The tack was already outside her stall, he'd requested for a groom to place it there. Chelsea's greeting was much more enthusiastic than Chuckie, coming straight to the stall and whinnied happily. He laughed along with her noise, giving her a kiss on her pink maw. She nickered, and then he pulled away. TC took his place, lifting up onto his hind legs and stretching up to greet Chels. She directed her affections to him, and Will went to pick up the tack.
Tightening her girth once again, Will pat her rump and declared they were now ready to go. Today would be the first time he would be teaching his Dressage class. He'd had a few students sign up, but he hadn't really looked over the list properly. Only enough to see their names and what horses they would be riding. He'd remembered that there was a Friesian, one breed he'd always liked, as well as a few warmbloods and a Holstiner. The warmbloods would be interesting, he was quite taken with one of the warmbloods' his pal Archie owned. He was forever begging to buy Tie. But still Archie would not give in. Oh well, maybe he would have another one to work with if a student needed the help. Opening up the stall door, he then lifted himself up into the saddle. Chels stood still, knowing that she wouldn't be in her owners good books if she had moved. Needing little coaxing, she picked up into a gentle walk, and nickered to TC who had his nose buried in a discarded rug. The canine looked up and saw that the pair were leaving, he quickly jumped into action and bounded off ahead of them. He knew where they were going, he'd been there not a short while ago. Will rolled his oracles and steered the mare toward the indoor arena.
Opening the gate, the male looked around. The arena was freshly raked, good. The mare flared her nostrils in anticipation, but she would have to wait until they had the class to start. The students were due to arrive at any moment, Will had truthfully been running a little late. Not something he really cared about, but it wouldn't have been a good impression to be late on the first lesson. He'd leave that until the third or forth. TC darted into the arena before Will could shut the gate and the man was about to shout at the Border Collie. Thinking it over, he decided against making the canine leave the arena. He kind of wanted to see if his students could keep their concentration while an unruly Border Collie was running around the place. The dog then proceeded to chase his tail enthusiastically, almost turning into a blur of white and red fur as he was spinning so fast. Will, again, rolled his oracles and set on keeping Chels occupied until the students arrived. Turning her onto the track, he coaxed her into a gentle trot. She complied instantly, her neck tucking in and her feathered pillars lifting into their usual elegant pace. He smirked. Anyone who doubted a Clydesdale's place wasn't in Dressage were always proved wrong by this beautiful mare.
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Post by Cara on Nov 26, 2010 22:32:43 GMT
Cara walked into the stables, she was wearing a red tracksuit over the top of her spotless white breeches and white striped shirt. On her feet she was wearing her paddock boots. Her hair was pulled back into a French braid that was then wound into a tidy bun that sat at the nape of her neck. The hair was held in place with pins, hair spray and a black hair net.
She gathered Truss' tack; a bates Isabelle dressage saddle, and her snaffle bridle - in competitions she would put a double bridle on the mare, but for a lesson she didn't need the showiness of the double bridle - and shaped saddle pad. carrying this out, she placed it in one of the grooming stalls.
She then collected the grey Holstiner mare and led her over to the cross-ties, which she clipped into place. "You are beautiful." She told the mare as she began to give the mare a thorough grooming. Once the horse was groomed and tacked, Cara spent the next few minutes braiding the mare's dark mane, she liked the way that there was the odd silver strand through out the darker grey hairs, but not enough to make the button braids look messy on the mare's neck.
She then slipped into the tack room where she took off her boots and tracksuit. She slipped her feet into her field boots and wriggled her toes before she zipped the boots up and clicked the dome. She placed her Charles Owen helmet on her head and fastened it under her chin. She then took the white gloves out of her locker and tucked them into the waist band of her breeches before she slipped her arms into the sleeves of her black dressage jacket.
Walking out to the mare, she removed the halter and cross-ties before she clicked her tongue gently and led the horse over to the indoor arena. Before they got there, she could see that someone was already inside mount up on a Clydesdale. Sure, large horses weren't often used in dressage, but this girl had been riding for long enough to know that breeding wasn't everything in the horseworld. She tightened her hand around the mare's reins as Truss threw her head in the air. "Easy love." She whispered, her eyes followed the mare's and caught sight of the dog. She held the mare until the canine stopped spinning around and Truss let out a breath as she could actually see what the thing was.
Cara opened the arena gate and gave the instructor a respectful bow of her head before she led the grey mare into the arena, fastening the gate behind them. They walked into the center of the arena and she held on to the mare as Truss lowered her head and stretched out toward the canine, blowing through her nostrils. Clicking her tongue, the girl got the mare's attention as she got her to lift her head as she tightened the girth. She wouldn't mount however until she was given the instruction to do so.
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Post by Onzy on Nov 27, 2010 6:49:24 GMT
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE ( and it never seems out of place ) Shannon had made sure that she got to the barn early. Her brown hair was pulled back into pony tail and her bangs were clipped back. She was wearing cream breeches, a long sleeved polo shirt in black and long boots. The weather wasn't bothering her much, she grew up with it. Once she reached her horses stalls, she made sure to fuss each one. Blue was the one that she was going to use for her class. She led him to cross ties, and made a good job of making sure that his black coat shone. She plaited his silky mane into dressage plaits, but left his tail the way it was. She brushed it out, and made sure that overall Blue was well presented. Shannon went to the tack room to fetch her Kieffer dressage saddle and snaffle bridle. The bridle was was lined with white and stood out against the black of Blue. Her saddle pad was a blue with sheepskin, which she used for training and she had a white one for shows.
Once saddled, Shannon wrapped Blue's legs in white polo wraps. She walked him to the arena, her helmet in hand, as well as her black gloves, and dressage whip. When they were at the arena, she saw that there were only two people. One was the instructor and the other a student. Shannon walked in with Blue following, and she relatched the gate once in. Walking towards the center of the arena, she noticed the border collie playing. Blue's ears merely flicked backwards and forwards, but there was no reaction. Shannon stroked his muscular neck and then moved on to the refined face of the Dutch Warmblood. She was lucky to have Blue, as he was actually her father's dressage horse, and they had done well for themselves in international competitions. Yes, you're a good boy, she crooned to the gelding.
[/center] WORDS,, word count TAGGED,, Dressage Class OUTFIT,, CLICK MUSIC,, Didn't have any NOTES,, ohai TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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Post by Lottii on Nov 27, 2010 9:19:00 GMT
HARRY NORTH Harry shrugged on a black jacket over his pale blue polo-shirt. On his lower half he wore pure white jodhpurs covered by black tracksuit bottoms. Reaching the door of his room, he glanced back at the tidiness, chuckling at himself. Although any areas where he kept stuff for the horses tended to be spotless, it was quite rare for his room to be. Heading down to the stables he went to Mason Stables, one which he had only entered once to check out the horses when he first arrived. Despite owning three horses already, he was using one of the college's for the class, Luke. Magick had only just been separated from her foal Strega Bianca and she wasn't ready for the work of a class. And Casey, although she looked stunning doing dressage, needed teaching how to do it, Harry had decided to take a riding class to improve just his own skill rather that the horse's. Luke was a top dressage schoolmaster, and Harry was slightly worried he would let the horse down! Entering the barn he went down to Luke and made a fuss of him, he hadn't ridden him before. He hadn't officially taken the horse on to care for, just seeked permission to ride him for the class. Harry rubbed the large horse on the forehead, smiling when he was rewarded with a snort. From the information he had heard about the horse, he was pretty much perfect, something Harry would usually find rather boring. He led the horse out to the cross-ties and started work on his coat. There was a little over an hour until the class started and by then Luke's skewbald coat was gleaming and his two-tone mane sat in perfectly formed little plaits that if anyone asked Harry, would realize were the fourth or fifth attempt. He set a black, beautifully cut dressage saddle on the horse's back, followed by some plain white polo wraps on each leg. The bridle that had been left out for the horse was a double, and Harry hurried down to the tack room to exchange it for a plain snaffle. Finding one in the horse's area, Luke accepted the bit without any hassle and Harry took off his tracksuit ready to head to the indoor arena. The last thing he grabbed was his hat and some white gloves.
Luke walked next to him, the leggy horse matching his stride automatically. Smiling, he reached the gate of the arena and checked no-one was riding past. A male he assumed was the instructor was on the other side with a stunning Clydesdale, and a couple of students were waiting, unmounted.Leading Luke in, he halted the horse a little way away from Truss and Cara, shooting a nervous grin her way. He knew Remii was taking the class riding Whisper, but she hadn't arrived yet. The other student present was a girl who he didn't recognize, but she had a lovely looking black warmblood with her. Glancing at the teacher he wondered when the lesson would start.
Melody Clover Melody grinned at Tee as he danced around his paddock, trying to persuade the gelding he was turned out with to play. For a stallion, Tee certainly didn't act like, but she was starting to consider getting him gelded. Her step-father would disapprove though, Tee was the last male from a good bloodline of Swedish Warmbloods, and Mel knew her step-father wanted to breed from him when she returned from college. The pretty dark bay trotted up to her when she whistled, and she slipped the headcollar over his delicate face, leading him down to then yard where he was stabled. The 4-year old already had a lightweight rug on, and was still gleaming from his groom earlier that morning, so she only spent ten minutes brushing his coat with a soft brush. The rest of the time was dedicated to plaiting his mane into neat bobbles and his tail in a french plait style. She slipped on his leather brown dressage saddle - a gift from her step-father, albeit only a bribe to get her to compete with him so the horse had some good results to his name - and then a matching snaffle bridle. She did have two pairs of pink polo wraps that the horse normally wore in training, but Mel didn't think that would go down to well with the trainer, so opted for the white wraps. Tee was very inexperienced with dressage, and she didn't know if the trainer would want her to use him for the class, so she had already checked with Mason's barn manager that she could use the dressage pony Rise for the class if need be.
Mel reached the ring and went inside. Not having been at the college long, she didn't really recognize anyone. There were two other girls and a boy, all with beautiful horses. The trainer seemed to be warming up a heavy horse whilst the students were arriving, so she headed over to stand by the girl with a warmblood who seemed to be stood by herself. She smiled at her, and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Mel and this is Tee. Your horse is stunning!" She glanced at Tee who was warily watching a border collie chasing something imaginary around the arena and laughed lightly.
Lily-Mae Redman Lily's musical laughter sounded as she floated down the stairs from her room, older students giving her a wary look as she seemingly talked with herself. Although that was just what other people assumed, Lily knew she was actually talking to an snowy owl. Okay, she also knew that was a little mad in the head, but her owl had been with her since she was tiny, and for several intermittent years of her life, her only friend. She shook her head violently to remove the thought, earning another strange look or two. Oh well.
Reaching the yard where the equines owned by the college were stabled, she quickly located Rize, the 14hh gelding she was using for the class. At a fair bit under 5', 14hh was a fine size for her, albeit too small for most of the students. Lily rubbed the pony's forehead and was rewarded with a snort or two. He was already spotlessly groomed - she must remember to thank the grooms, she reminded herself - but she wanted to spend a couple of moments brushing him anyway. Returning to his stable a minute later with a soft brush in her hand and the gray's dressage tack in her arms, she slipped inside the stable grabbing the headcollar from the hook with her free hand. The headcollar successfully on, and the tack resting on the door, Lily tied Rize up inside the stable. Grooming him gently he nickered a few times, and she nickered back, not really caring if anyone was passing by. She found the sewing equipment in the grooming box, and plaited up his mane and tail perfectly, a skill it had taken her many years to perfect.
Tack was the next thing on her agenda, and that comprimised of a snaffle bridle, a stunning (and rather expensive) looking dressage saddle and some white polo wraps. Her own 'tack' as such, was hidden underneath an extra jacket and jeans. With Rize ready, she slipped off the spare clothes to reveal a white stock shirt covered by a fitted black riding jacket, and pure white jodhpurs that were a nightmare to keep clean. Long riding boots, and black helmet and a pair of spotless white gloves completed the outfit, she led Rize down to the arena. The walk down went smoothly, as did entering. She took her place next to the other students silently, waiting for the teacher to give instructions or ask for some form of a greeting.
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